The Fire

I came with the harvest I flew with the flames We are the same The black seeds of autumn And cold winter rain We are the same Come, come tear me open Always felt that it was me, not you I, now that I’m broken Come, come tear me open Always felt that it was me, not you I, now that I’m broken Six months have passed now We’re weary, we’re cold Are the fires the same? Still burning the same? Is the fire the same? Is the fire the same? So we came during autumn And left with the snow Our hearts had grown weary We were wounded and cold So I took my comrade’s hand I stared him in the eyes and said “We’ll come back in spring” But then the bomb sirens bled Come, come tear me open Always felt that it was me, not you I, now that I’m broken Come, come tear me open Always felt that it was me, not you I, now that I’m broken